If you have an overwhelming urge to have yourself, and everything you've brought into a building permeated by a solid wall of acrid smoke while you're surrounded by the decaying flesh that's launching the new supply into the atmosphere, then this is your place.
Do not be lulled into thinking that a non-smoking room will afford you any luxury of protection. The only thing non-smoking in the room is likely to be you. The room itself, while clean and large, with freshly-laundered linens on a comfortable bed, will still taunt you with more than acceptable doses of the smoke that emanates from the air-conditioning (which you WILL need), that wafts in from the common areas, and which you've brought in on your clothing from even the short time you'd have to spend checking in.
IF you do go: encase each item you pack in a zippered plastic bag -- and have a heavy duty zippered bag to place your worn clothing in: or your entire suitcase and its contents will smell like a 1950's bus station ashtray.
This hotel is designed for one purpose: to hold people closer to the government-check-sucking video slot machines and bingo hall that are the main revenue source for a nation of native peoples who have shamefully perpetrated this attack on nature: the massive expanses of asphalt (there are greener ways to provide parking) that cover this corner of the Everglades and the concrete enclosed noxious arena of smoke and decay (why not lead the way to a greener experience?).
In that regard: the front desk staff are polite and friendly. The staff in the casino areas are generally rude, surly, and inattentive and will outright cheat you if given the chance.
I had the buffet dinner (part of the "VIP" package I had been given). If you've wondered where your elementary school cafeteria cooks went after they were fired for putting out the worst-of-the-worst food, you'll be happy to discover that they must be here, working their miracles for the buffet line: they actually were able to make a "prime rib" that looked exactly like the real thing -- but had the taste and texture of a too-old canned Spam. A late night burger in the "Hammock Cafe" suffered from obvious evidence of having been a frozen, pre-formed patty of meat of a dubious quality.
The "spa" consists of a tiny, smoke-attacked, friendly-staffed salon just a few feet from the casino floor. If you like breathing to go along with your salon experience, then this is not the place.
The overall plus is that everything is reasonably priced at this hotel. The overall minus: the years taken off of your lifespan for enduring the smoke.
